Page 39 of Fairy Tale Lies
Before she could answer, Blake reached for her. “Why are you lowering yourself to him?”
She moved from his hold. Jacob still had to resist the urge not to bash in Blake’s perfect teeth.
Instead, Jacob tightened his hold on Greta, willing himself to keep calm. “Come on. Let’s go.”
Blake blocked their exit, sputtering, “My father is one of the top attorneys in Metro Detroit, hell in all of Michigan. My grandfather and his father were business tycoons. The Kingstine name is synonymous with wealth and power. What does he and his family name have to offer? A discount at the local bowling alley.”
Is this guy for real?
Jacob gave Blake a cocky smile. “Well, the men in my family are known for their great sense of humor…and their big dicks. That might be of importance.”
Blake’s face turned molten red, and a strangled choke escaped. This guy was too easy. It almost wasn’t fun.Almost.
“If she’s been debased by you,” Blake grated, “she’s nothing more than a cheap whore.”
Jacob’s humor fled. “You best shut your mouth, or you’ll leave here broken and bleeding.”
“I’ll say as I please, and as I see it, she’s a—”
The rest of his words were cut off when Jacob’s fist connected with Blake’s jaw. He stumbled back and fell on his ass.
Damn. That felt good.
It took all of his self-control not to kick the bastard while he was down. Instead, Jacob hunkered and whispered in the other man’s ear, “You want to know if she has lowered herself to the likes of me? She has. But don’t worry, I made sure she enjoyed every minute of it. Multiple times.”
Blake mumbled a garbled response. Jacob ignored it and stood.
Disregarding the gathering crowd, he walked to Greta and offered his hand. “Shall we?”
She took his hand, appearing a little stunned. “What did you say to him? His expression was homicidal.”
“You don’t want to—”
Something heavy slammed into him, and agony exploded along his back, forcing him to his knees. He tried to get up, was hit again. The blow knocked him forward, palms slamming on the cement.
A deep ache spread, making it difficult to breathe. Fast footfalls and Greta’s distant shriek had self-preservation taking over. Pushing past the pain, he rolled to his side as a foot swung past his head.
Blake’s shout of rage echoed through the yard, and he swung back for another kick. This time Jacob was ready. He grabbed Blake’s ankle and twisted. Bellowing in pain, he dropped like a marionette with its strings cut.
Ignoring the agony radiating from his back, Jacob rose to his knees and popped two rapid punches to the other man’s face. He jumped up and planted a hard kick into Blake’s side and another to his thigh.
As he swung back, Greta’s voice broke through his anger and pain. He lowered his foot and turned to her.
Her hazel eyes were desperate, full of tears threatening to fall. “Jacob, please stop.”
She pulled his rage in check. He glanced at Blake. He was no longer a threat.
Straightening, Jacob took a lung full of air and released it through his nose. It helped expel the rest of his rage. “Do you want to find your sister before we leave?”
“No. Let’s go. I want to leave.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist, and the crowd parted as they exited. The music started again, and they made their way through the house, loud enough to cut off the possibility of conversation. Also, Greta’s tight-lipped expression radiated, don’t-talk- to me vibes.
He held his tongue until they were away from the monstrous house. With each step, the silence became too much. “I didn’t mean to lose my temper…” he hedged.
The prick deserved everything he got.
“I know. I understand.” She offered a shaky smile. “I can’t believe he hit you with that wooden board.”
